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Title: The Boy Allies On the Firing Line
Or, Twelve Days Battle Along the Marne

Author: Clair W. Hayes

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The Boy Allies

On The Firing Line

OR

Twelve Days Battle Along the Marne

By CLAIR W. HAYES

AUTHOR OF

“The Boy Allies at Liège”

“The Boy Allies With the Cossacks”

“The Boy Allies In the Trenches”

Copyright, 1915

By A. L. Burt Company

THE BOY ALLIES ON THE FIRING LINE

Contents

I. Terrible Odds
3

II. Two Young Lieutenants
10

III. With The Army Again
16

IV. The German Retreat Begun
23

V. The Charge
29

VI. The Bridge Is Held
35

VII. Hal Makes An Enemy
43

VIII. The Duel
51

IX. To The Rescue
57

X. A Wild Ride
64

XI. Captured
71

XII. A Traitor Appears
79

XIII. A Fight In The Dark
88

XIV. The Death Of A Traitor
96

XV. Attacked By The Enemy
103

XVI. The Struggle In The Cave
110

XVII. Safe
117

XVIII. On A New Mission
124

XIX. A Bit Of Unwritten History
132

XX. Off On A Raid
140

XXI. Across The Marne
148

XXII. The Kaiser
157

XXIII. Within The Enemy’s Lines
164

XXIV. A Cold Swim
171

XXV. The German Coup Fails
179

XXVI. Trapped
186

XXVII. A Deed Of Daring
194

XXVIII. A Dash For Liberty
201

XXIX. German Hospitality
208

XXX. A New Friend
215

XXXI. Berlin Once More
222

XXXII. A Piece Of Paper
230

XXXIII. Taking A Chance
237

XXXIV. Safe Again
244

THE BOY ALLIES ON THE

FIRING LINE.

CHAPTER I.

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TERRIBLE ODDS.

“Feels pretty good to be back in harness, doesn’t it, Hal?” asked Chester, as, accompanied by a small body
of men, they rode slowly along.

“Great!” replied his friend enthusiastically. “And it looks as if we were to see action soon.”

“Yes, it does look that way.”

The little body of British troopers, only forty-eight of them all told, with Hal Paine and Chester Crawford
as their guides, were reconnoitering ten miles in advance of the main army along the river Marne in the
great war between Germany and the allied armies. For several hours they had been riding slowly without
encountering the enemy, when, suddenly, as the little squad topped a small hill and the two boys gained an
unobstructed view of the little plain below, Hal pulled up his horse with an exclamation.

Quickly he threw up his right hand and the little troop came to an abrupt halt.

“Germans!” he said laconically.

“And thousands of ’em,” said Chester. “They haven’t seen us yet. What is best to be done?”

The answer to this question came from the enemy. Several flashes of fire broke out along the German
front, and the boys involuntarily ducked their heads as bullets sped whizzing past them.

“Well, they have seen us now,” said Hal; then turning to the men: “To the woods,” pointing with his sword
to a dense forest on his right.

Rapidly the little body of men disappeared among the trees.

“Up in the trees,” ordered Hal, “and pick them off as they come!”

Swiftly the troopers leaped from their horses and climbed up among the branches. Here all could easily
command a view of the oncoming German horde.

Rapidly the enemy advanced, firing volley after volley as they approached; then, at a word from Hal, the
British poured forth their answer. And such an answer! Before the aim of these few British troopers,
accounted among the best marksmen in the world, the Teuton cavalry went down in heaps.

There was a perceptible slackening in the speed of the approaching horsemen. Then, as the English
continued their work, firing with machine-like precision and deadly accuracy, the Germans came to a halt.

“What are they stopping for?” cried Chester. “There are enough of them to overwhelm us!”

“I believe they fear a trap,” replied Hal. “They are afraid we are trying to ambush them with a larger force.
We must keep up the delusion if we expect to get away.”

So saying, he ordered the men to the ground, and the little force advanced to the extreme edge of the
woods. So far not a man had been even wounded, for the Germans, unable to see that their foe had climbed
into the trees, had aimed too low.

From the edge of the woods the British poured several volleys, and then, as the enemy finally began an
advance, they retreated slowly, firing as they flitted from tree to tree.

Apparently, Hal had rightly guessed the cause of the enemy’s indecision. They advanced slowly and
warily; and when they finally gained the edge of the woods there was not a Briton in sight; but from
further in among the trees the leaden messengers of death still struck the Germans, and man after man fell
in his tracks.

Now the man nearest Chester threw up his arms and with a cry fell to the ground. The lad made as if to go
to his assistance, but Hal stayed him with a word, and the little body of English continued their retreat,
firing as they went.

Suddenly the pursued emerged from the woods into the open. A distance of half a mile lay between them
and the next clump of trees. In this half a mile there was nothing that would afford shelter; and the
Germans were approaching nearer every second.

Hal did not hesitate.

“We shall have to make a dash for it!” he cried. “One more volley, men, and then run!”

One more death-dealing volley was delivered at close range, and then the little troop of English turned and
fled. But they had traversed scarcely half the distance when the Germans reached the edge of the woods,
and poured a volley into them.

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Hal groaned as men fell on all sides of him. But still those who were left ran on. At length they reached
the friendly shelter of the trees, but half their number lay behind, either dead or dying.

Once more, screened from the enemy, Hal halted the men.

“We may as well fight it out here,” he told them. “We will hold them off if we can, and if not we must
retreat slowly, keeping behind whatever cover offers.”

A faint cheer went up from the handful who were left, and they turned determinedly to face their foes.
They did not waste their fire. As the Germans came again into view, the British rifles cracked. Their
marksmanship was superb, and rather than face this deadly fire the enemy halted.

Then began a game of hide and seek, with death the penalty for all who were seen. The firing was only at
intervals now. Wherever a German arm or leg showed itself, a British rifle sounded and a German was
accounted for.

For almost half an hour the game continued; and it was kept up until darkness fell. Fearing that it was the
intent of the British to lure them into the hands of a strong force, the Germans did not attempt a charge,
but contented themselves with trying to pick off their foes as they flitted from one tree to another.

But if the Germans had suffered, so had the English. Of the little troop of fifty, there now remained,
besides Hal and Chester, but ten men. The two boys seemed to bear charmed lives, for neither had been
struck once. They had exposed themselves to all dangers as well as had the troopers, but fortunately no
German bullets had reached them.

And still the few English fought on. Now that darkness had fallen and two more men had dropped, Hal
ordered those who were left to make a last dash for life. He sprang from behind the tree which had
sheltered him, and Chester and the few remaining troopers joined him. Then they turned and sped as
rapidly as the darkness would permit in the direction of their own lines.

Now that the fire of the English had ceased entirely, the Germans halted, puzzled. It was impossible for
their officers to tell whether the enemy had all been killed, or whether the silence heralded the approach
of a larger force. Their indecision undoubtedly saved the lives of Hal and Chester and the eight troopers,
for had the Germans advanced they would have experienced little difficulty in killing or capturing them.

Silently but swiftly the ten forms dashed through the woods, and when at length they once more emerged
into the open country they were completely exhausted.

“Well, I guess we are safe, what is left of us, at any rate,” said Chester as they halted to take a much
needed rest. “It’s terrible to think of those poor fellows we left behind.”

“It is, indeed,” replied Hal; “but I don’t think they would complain. The British soldier is not that kind.”

“You are right,” agreed Chester. “And each accounted for more than one of his country’s foes before he
went down. Were you hit, Hal?”

“No. Were you?”

“No. But come, we had better be pushing on again.”

With the loss of their comrades still preying upon their minds, the little troop continued on its way; and
while they are hurrying onward we shall take time to introduce Hal and Chester more fully to those who
have not met them before, and to relate how it came about that they were serving in such an important
capacity with the British army in France.

CHAPTER II.

TWO YOUNG LIEUTENANTS.

Sturdy American lads, young though they were, Hal Paine and Chester Crawford had, when this story
opens, already seen considerable military service. Each had received his baptism of fire during the heroic
defense of the Belgian city of Liège, which had held out for days against the overwhelming horde of
Teutons.

In Berlin with Hal’s mother when the war broke out, they had been separated from her and left behind.
With Captain Raoul Derevaux, a gallant French officer, and Lieutenant Harry Anderson of the British
army, they finally succeeded in making their way, after many desperate experiences and daring adventures,
over the Belgian frontier, as told in the first book of this series, entitled “The Boy Allies at Liège.” They

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had reached Liège in time to take an active part in the defense of that city.

In escaping from Germany, each had done his full share of fighting and each had been wounded. They had
finally reached Brussels, where they remained some time, while Hal’s wound healed sufficiently to
continue his homeward journey. As the result of their heroic actions, the Belgian commander at Liège had
mentioned them so favorably in his report to King Albert, that he had bestowed upon them commissions
as lieutenants in the Belgian army as a mark of distinction for their bravery.

It was while waiting in Brussels that they again encountered Lieutenant Anderson, from whom they had
been separated, and it was through his inducement that they now found themselves attached to the staff of
Field Marshal Sir John French, commander of the British forces on the continent, engaged in scout duty.

At the time when this story opens they had been sent in advance of the main army on a reconnaissance.

The German advance through Belgium into France, up to this time, had been steady, although the Allies
had contested every foot of the ground. Day after day and night after night the hard pressed British troops,
to which Hal and Chester were attached, had borne the brunt of the fighting. But for the heroism of these
comparatively few English, slightly more than one hundred thousand men, the Germans probably would
have marched to the very gates of Paris.

But the arrival of the British troops had been timely, and under the gallant command of Sir John French,
they had checked the overwhelming numbers of Germans time after time. The bravery of these English
troops under a galling fire and against fearful odds is one of the greatest military achievements of the
world’s history.

Slowly, but standing up to the enemy like the true sons of Great Britain always have done, they were
forced back. They stood for hours, without sight of the enemy, men dropping on all sides under the fearful
fire of the great German guns miles away. While the French, farther south, gave way more rapidly, these
few English stood their ground.

Time after time they came to hand grips with the enemy, and at the point of the bayonet drove them back
with terrible losses. These bayonet charges were things of wonder to Hal and Chester, in spite of the fact
that they had been in the midst of similar actions before Liège.

As the French and Belgians advanced in a wild whirlwind of fury, the English went about the business of a
charge more deliberately, though with the same savage determination. They charged swiftly, but more
coolly; gallantly, but more seriously, and the effect of their charges was terrible. The Germans who came
on in the face of the fierce rifle and artillery fire, could not face the British bayonets, and time after time
were driven back in disorder.

And as the British charged, always the words of their battle-song, fated for some unfathomed reason to
become historic, rose above the sounds of battle:

“It’s a long way to Tipperary.

It’s a long way to go;

It’s a long way to Tipperary,

To the sweetest girl I know.

Good-by, Piccadilly,

Farewell, Leicester square.

It’s a long, long way to Tipperary,

But my heart’s right there!”

Liège had fallen before the invading German hosts, though several of the forts still held out; Louvain had
been captured and its beautiful buildings burned to the ground. Brussels had been invested by the Teutons.
In Alsace-Lorraine the French had been forced to relinquish the spoils won in the first days of the war.
General Pau, after a stubborn resistance, had fallen back, and General Joffre, commander-in-chief of the
French army, also had been forced to retire.

So close to Paris were the Germans now that the seat of government, the day before this story opens, had
been removed to Bordeaux. Homes and other buildings in the French capital were being razed, so that the
great French guns in the city could sweep the approach to the town unobstructed. Paris, the most strongly
fortified city in the world, was being prepared to withstand a siege.

And still the Germans came on. Several of the enemy’s war aviators flew over Paris and dropped bombs in
the streets. This occurred upon several days, and then the French airmen put an end to these daring sky
fighters. After this, no more bombs were dropped on Paris.

But as the Allies fell back, it was always the few British troops that time and again checked the Germans.
The morale of the English was excellent.

In a final desperate charge, a small body of British cavalry had succeeded in driving back the German

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vanguard, while the main body of English retired still further. Then this little body of men returned, their
number much smaller than when they had charged.

For some time now there had been no sign of the enemy, and Hal and Chester, with a small squad, had
been sent toward the enemy’s line to reconnoiter. It was while on this reconnaissance that they had been
attacked by the Germans in force.

Slowly the two lads and the eight men, all that was left of the fifty who had gone forth, continued their
retreat. They had gone forth on horses; they were returning afoot. Their mounts were in the hands of the
enemy. From the rear, in the darkness, still came the sounds of firing.

“Evidently they have not given up the pursuit,” said Hal.

“No; and they are probably mounted. Let’s turn off into this little woods,” replied Chester.

They did so, and followed by the remaining eight troopers continued on their way.

As they came to the edge of the woods, Hal, who was slightly in advance, stopped suddenly, and raised a
warning hand. The little party halted.

“What’s the matter?” asked Chester in a whisper.

“Germans!” replied Hal briefly.

Chester approached closer and peered over his friend’s shoulder. Less than three hundred yards ahead he
could dimly make out moving forms.

“Perhaps they are not Germans,” said Chester hopefully. “How did they manage to get behind us?”

“I don’t know,” replied Hal. “But I am sure they are Germans. Some way, I can feel it.”

“Well, what are we going to do?”

“We shall have to try and go round them without letting them hear us. Otherwise we are likely to be killed
or captured.”

Making a wide detour, the little party continued on their way. For an hour they walked along unmolested,
and then, suddenly, from almost directly before them, came a cry, in German:

“Halt!”

CHAPTER III.

WITH THE ARMY AGAIN.

In the dimness of the little woods in which they stood, the boys, at first, could not see the man who had
accosted them.

At a word from Hal the little party came to a halt.

“Who goes there?” came the question from the darkness.

“Friends!” replied Hal in German, which he spoke like a native.

“Advance!” came the reply, and the shadow of a German soldier, with his rifle raised, ready to fire,
suddenly appeared before them.

It was too dark for the German soldier to make out their uniforms until the English were upon him. Then
he started back with a cry.

“English!” he exclaimed in surprise.

His amazement, slight though it was, proved his undoing. For as he staggered back Hal sprang forward, and
the butt of his upraised rifle fell with stunning force upon the German’s head. The soldier dropped to the
ground with a slight moan.

“We’ll have to get away from here quick!” exclaimed Chester. “Come on, men, follow us!”

Silently the little party, bearing off slightly to the right, went forward. Suddenly Chester stopped and
clutched Hal by the arm.

“Great Scott!” he whispered. “Look! We are right in the middle of them!”

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It was true. Ahead of them, in a long line running in each direction, the boys could see figures sprawled on
the ground. It was a German force sleeping. There was not the sign of a light, a tent, or a hut. Here and
there the boys could make out the dim form of a sentry flitting about.

“We have certainly got into a mess,” whispered Hal.

“We have that,” replied Chester. “Shall we make another detour?”

Hal thought for a few moments.

“I believe the best way is to try and go right through them without being seen,” he replied at length. “There
is no telling how far this line stretches out, and if we didn’t get around them by daylight it would be all off
with us.”

“But the sentries?” asked Chester.

“Well, we shall have to dispose of anyone who sees us without being heard. That’s all there is about it.”

“All right, then,” said Chester. “We might as well move at once.”

The plan was outlined to the men and they went forward. A moment and they were in the midst of the
sleeping Germans. It was plain now that the line of sleepers stretched out for some distance, but that it
was not very deep. Three minutes undiscovered and they would be through safely.

Silently they crept between the sleeping soldiers. There was a certain amount of safety in the very
boldness of the plan, for it was unlikely, should a sentry see them moving about, he would take them for
English; and even if he did now, they would be able to make a dash with some hope of success. The
German soldiers, tired and completely exhausted, slept heavily, and not one so much as moved in his
sleep.

The little party was now at the last line of sleepers, and just as Hal, believing they had accomplished their
difficult task, drew a breath of relief, a form suddenly appeared from the darkness before them. It was a
German sentry.

Before he could make an outcry Chester and Hal both leaped forward. The former’s hands grasped the
German by the throat, stifling the sound of his voice, and Hal quickly delivered two hard blows to the
man’s face. The German fell limply into Chester’s arms, and the boy laid him quietly on the ground.

Then they moved forward again. The sounds of the scuffle had aroused no one. But suddenly there was the
sound of a fall behind. Turning his head quickly, Hal perceived the cause of this commotion which caused
such a racket in the stillness of the night.

One of the English soldiers had tripped over the body of a sleeping German and had fallen across him. He
was up in a moment, but so was the German, sleepily hurling imprecations at the disturber of his slumber.

Before the German soldier was able to arouse himself, the Englishman dealt him a heavy blow over the
head with his rifle butt. But the noise had brought another to the scene. There was the sharp crack of a
rifle, and the English soldier who had caused all the trouble pitched to the ground. To the right Hal and
Chester saw another sentry, a smoking rifle in his hands.

At the sound of the shot the whole German camp sprang to life as if by magic; and at the same instant Hal
shouted:

“Run!”

At full speed the little party, only nine now, dashed forward. The other man lay dead in the German camp.
There was a hoarse German cry of command, and a hail of bullets followed the fugitives into the woods.
No man fell, though two groaned, and one dropped his rifle. The darkness made accurate shooting by the
Germans impossible.

Not pausing to return the fire of the enemy, the fugitives stumbled on through the woods. Another and
another volley came from the pursuing Germans, but they were firing at random now, and the fact that Hal
and Chester had led the way well to the right augured well for their chance of safety.

But as the darkness made accurate shooting by the Germans impossible, so it made speed by the fugitives
impossible also. They stumbled along as well as they could, now and then tripping over a fallen limb or
tumbling into a hole. Tired and almost exhausted, they at length emerged into the open, and broke into a
weary run.

“We have got to get under cover of some kind before they reach the edge of the woods, or we are gone
goslings,” panted Hal.

Suddenly, in the darkness, they came upon another clump of trees, and as they stumbled into their shelter

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another volley rang out. One man groaned and stumbled. A comrade lent a supporting hand and dragged
him into the woods.

“We’ll stop here a moment and pick off a few of ’em,” said Hal grimly.

The Germans were now advancing across the open space. Lying upon the ground, the nine opened fire.
They aimed carefully and not a shot was wasted, and so rapid was their fire that the Germans halted.

“They don’t know how many of us there are,” said Hal, “and they are afraid to take a chance. One more
volley, men, and then up and run for it again.”

A final volley was delivered with telling effect, and the English sprang to their feet and darted through the
woods. The Germans gave them a parting shot, but there was no pursuit.

“That was pretty close,” said Chester.

“It was, indeed,” replied Hal, “and there is one more of our men gone. Was anyone wounded?” he asked,
turning to the others.

“Shot in the shoulder, sir,” replied a man named Brown.

“They got me in the arm,” said another.

“Anyone else?” questioned Hal.

There was no reply, and Hal asked:

“Are you two men able to go on without assistance?”

“Yes,” was the reply.

“Good! Then come on.”

All night long the little party continued on their march, and it was not until the first gray streak of dawn
showed them, in the distance, the first British line that the boys felt entirely safe.

Their report made, they were returning, later in the day, to their quarters to seek a much needed rest, when
a well known voice exclaimed:

“Well, boys, how are you?”

The lads turned quickly about; then each gave a cry of delight and grabbed the man who had accosted them
by the hand.

“Captain Derevaux!” they exclaimed in a single voice.

“No,” replied the gallant Frenchman, with a smile. “Major Derevaux, if you please!”

CHAPTER IV.

THE GERMAN RETREAT BEGUN.

Hal and Chester stood for some minutes grasping their friend by the hand.

“Major, eh,” ejaculated Hal. “I’m glad to hear that!”

“So am I,” declared Chester. “I am sure no one deserved promotion more than you.”

“Thanks,” laughed the major.

“Tell us,” said Hal, “what are you doing here? I thought you were with the Southern army.”

“I am; but I carried dispatches to General French, and if I mistake not, they are important ones. I believe
that plans have been brought to a head and that we shall take the offensive soon.”

“Good!” cried Chester. “We have been retreating long enough.”

“But,” Hal protested, “we can hardly advance in the face of such odds; we must have reinforcements.”

“Well,” said Major Derevaux, “strong reinforcements already are arriving, and I believe that the advance
will be general along our whole line.”

“That will mean severe fighting,” said Chester.

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“Indeed it will,” replied the major. “It will mean fighting such as the world has never heard of before. It
will mean death for thousands upon thousands. But the Germans must be pushed back.”

“And the Kaiser will find that he is not to have things all his own way,” said Hal.

“Exactly,” returned the major. “But I must leave you now, boys. I must return to my own regiment at once.
Good luck to you!”

“Good luck!” exclaimed the boys as the major turned on his heel and strode rapidly away.

The two lads returned to their own quarters and gave themselves up to rest. So completely were they worn
out that it was dark when they again opened their eyes; and they probably would not have done so then had
not the clear notes of a bugle awakened them.

Rushing into the open, the lads saw that on all sides the troops were ready to move—whether forward or
backward they could not tell as yet. It was evident, however, that something was afoot.

Hal and Chester made their way to the side of General French and joined the members of his staff. The
gallant British commander was sitting his horse quietly, his staff grouped about him. Occasionally one
went dashing away with some order, as the general gave a laconic command.

The boys had hardly taken their places when General French said quietly:

“Order a general advance!”

A moment later and the small though mighty host of Britain was in motion, and a loud cheer rang out on
the still night air as the troops perceived that they were going forward—that the retreat had ended.

Swiftly and silently the army advanced. Ahead could be heard the crack, crack of rifle fire, indicating that
the outposts were engaged with the enemy. Also, from the distance, could be heard the booming of the
great German guns, and as the English advanced still further men began to fall before the deadly German
artillery fire.

But the British did not falter; they plodded on as steadily as before. Then, after two hours of rapid
marching, came the sudden command to halt. A moment later and a squadron of British cavalry came into
view, retreating before a large force of Germans.

Just in front of the infantry the cavalry halted, and turned their faces toward the enemy. The advance of the
British so far had not been discovered; but as the pursuing Germans came into view, the command to fire
rang out.

There was a deafening crash as the British infantry hurled their messengers of death into the compact
ranks of the foe; and under this deadly fire the British cavalry dashed forward. Before the Germans could
recover from their surprise the English horsemen were upon them, striking, cutting, slashing.

It was deadly and terrible work and the English did not go unscathed. But struggling thus, hand to hand, the
Germans were no match for the English. Now there came from behind the Germans a large force of
infantry on the run, and before these reinforcements the British cavalry was forced to retire.

All this was happening right before the eyes of Hal and Chester, in the very center of the British line. On
the right and left the engagement was of the same fierce kind, and the deafening crashes of rifles and
artillery on either side gave conclusive evidence that the British were engaged with the enemy all along
their entire front.

Still the German cavalry pursued the British cavalry in the center. Then General French turned suddenly to
Hal:

“Tell General Mayo to advance in force!” he commanded.

The general turned to Chester:

“Ask General Samson to bring his artillery into instant action!”

The two lads dashed away on their respective missions; and almost immediately the results of these two
commands were apparent.

As the German infantry advanced in the wake of their cavalry, the British came to sudden life. Flame burst
out from all along the center and the Germans recoiled. Volley after volley was poured into the wavering
ranks of the enemy, and they turned to flee.

A supporting column was rushed hurriedly to their assistance, and as they advanced the British artillery
opened fire. Great holes were cut in the advancing German line, but their advance was unchecked. From
their rear reinforcements were coming continually.

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The fire of the British artillery and infantry was deadly. Men fell by the hundreds, were mowed down like
chaff before the wind by the accuracy of the British fire. In the English ranks men also were dropping on
all sides, but the gaps were filled up immediately and the British, singing and cheering, continued their
advance.

The roar of battle could be heard for miles around, but the men engaged in the conflict were unconscious
of it. They had but one sense left—that of sight—and their rifles continued to deal out death.

At length the German advance was checked, and then they began to fall back.

There was a rousing cheer from the English, and the advance was more rapid than before. The retreating
Germans halted, turned to face the English, made a last desperate stand, then fled in disorder.

But as the English broke into a run to pursue their advantage still closer, they were met with a hail of
bullets from a large force of the enemy’s infantry which at that moment advanced, in support of their
comrades, close enough to come into action.

The English reeled for a moment under this terrible fire, but they did not waver. Support was hurried to
them. It was time for prompt action.

General French took in the situation at a glance and gave a quick command. A moment later the voices of
the different officers rang out along the British line:

“With the bayonet! Charge!”

CHAPTER V.

THE CHARGE.

For the smallest fraction of a second there was an awesome silence, and then the British swept forward
with a rush. Neither the bullets from the thousands of rifles nor the steady fire from the great guns of the
German field batteries checked them.

The infantry covered the open space at a quick trot, and in almost less time than it takes to tell, it was at
hand grips with the enemy, who stood braced to receive the shock of the charge.

The impact was terrific. The Germans stood gallantly to their work, encouraged by the shouts of their
officers, but they were no match for the British troops in hand-to-hand fighting.

As the British closed upon them, the Germans poured in one fierce volley; but they had no time for more.
Down went Teutons and English in struggling heaps, but the British poured over them and continued their
deadly work.

All along the line the Germans gave ground slowly, their enemies pursuing them relentlessly and cutting
them down as they retreated. The engagement became a slaughter.

Now Hal and Chester found themselves in the midst of the battle, in the fiercest of the fighting. Sent
forward with orders, they found themselves in the center of the sudden charge. Neither was minded to
turn back, but they managed to single each other out and soon were fighting side by side. Blood streamed
from a wound in Hal’s cheek, where a German bayonet had pricked him slightly. Chester was unwounded.

Suddenly Hal found himself engaged with a German officer. With a swift move he swept aside his
opponent’s blade and felled him to the earth. At the same moment a tall German soldier, thinking to
deprive the lad of his weapon, brought his rifle down upon Hal’s sword.

But the boy’s grip was firm and the sword snapped off near the hilt. Quickly Hal sprang forward, and
before the German soldier could recover himself, the lad cut him down with his broken sword. Then,
stooping, he picked up the sword which had fallen from the hands of the German officer, and sprang to the
aid of Chester, who was fiercely engaged with two of the enemy, one an officer, the other a trooper.

One swift stroke of the boy’s sword and the soldier was laid low. At the same instant Chester’s sword
slipped through his opponent’s guard and the latter went to the ground, a deep wound in his side.

“Good work!” Chester found time to pant to Hal, and a second later both lads were once more too busy
for speech.

Now Chester found himself engaged with a foeman worthy of his steel. The latter, a German lieutenant,
was pressing the lad severely. At sword play the lad was clearly no match for him. Nevertheless Chester

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was giving a good account of himself.

Suddenly his sword was sent spinning from his hand, and as the weapon came down the point struck a
German soldier squarely in the face. Chester’s opponent sprang forward, his blade raised for a death
thrust. But even as he thrust Chester dodged and the sword passed harmlessly over his head.

From his stooping position Chester seized the German officer by the knees before he could recover his
balance and aim another thrust at him, and, with a quick heave, sent the officer spinning over his head. The
German hit the ground with a thud, and as he was about to pick himself up an English trooper ended his
fighting days with a thrust of his bayonet.

Chester seized the officer’s sword and sprang forward into the thick of the conflict again. Side by side,
Hal and Chester advanced with the victorious British troops, striking, cutting and slashing their way
through the dense bodies of the enemy.

Suddenly Chester fell to the ground beneath the feet of the struggling men. A descending rifle butt had
struck him a glancing blow on the head. Hal, engaged at that moment with another German officer, saw his
friend’s plight, and jumped back.

With his sword he swept aside a German bayonet which at that instant would have been buried in Chester’s
prostrate form, but as he did so a heavy blow fell upon the lad’s head and he was sent to his knees. Above
him, with poised bayonet, stood a German soldier.

Death stared him in the face and the boy realized it. It was impossible for him to regain his feet in time to
ward off the thrust. Quickly he threw himself to one side, and as he did so the German toppled on top of
him, lifeless.

Hal scrambled to his feet and saw that the man who had thus saved his life was none other than Lieutenant
Harry Anderson.

“Just in time,” said Hal briefly, and turned to where Chester was now struggling to his feet; and as the
battle raged fiercely about them, unmindful of his own danger, he gave his entire attention to his friend.

Chester, shaking his head several times, announced that he was not seriously hurt, and with Lieutenant
Anderson by their side they again plunged into the conflict.

But now the German retreat became more rapid. The enemy was unable to stand under the fierce charge of
the British and they were giving way on all sides. The British pursued the foe rapidly and hundreds upon
hundreds of the enemy were cut down in their flight.

Unable to keep back the English and retreat orderly, the Germans broke and fled. The retreat had become
a rout. For some distance the British pursued them, and then a halt was called.

The losses of the British troops had been extremely heavy, but not so great as that of the enemy, who had
suffered tremendously.

Now a thunderous roar broke out. The British artillery, unable to be used while the hand to hand fighting
was in progress, was in action again, shelling the fleeing Germans.

The dead strewed the battlefield, and as Hal, Chester and Lieutenant Anderson made their way toward the
rear, they were forced to climb over the dead and wounded, many with shattered limbs and maimed for
life. But the Red Cross was at work, and the wounded were being cared for with the greatest possible
haste and gentleness.

“That was some fight, if you ask me,” said Hal to Chester, as they continued their way to the part of the
field where they could see General French and his staff, Lieutenant Anderson having left them to rejoin
his own men, from whom he had become separated.

“It was all of that,” replied Chester, “and I can’t imagine how we escaped with our lives.”

“Nor I. It doesn’t seem possible that anyone in the midst of such terrible carnage could live, to say
nothing of being only slightly wounded. By the way, are you hurt much, Hal?”

“No; just a scratch on the face and a bump on the head. And you?”

“I was luckier than that, although a German did crack me with his rifle butt.”

“Look at the dead and wounded lying about,” said Hal. “It is a terrible thing—this modern warfare.”

“It is, indeed,” returned Chester, and the two continued on their way in silence.

General French noticed their approach. The British commander was standing as he had stood through the
last part of the battle, exposed to the fire of the enemy, calmly smoking a cigarette!

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CHAPTER VI.

THE BRIDGE IS HELD.

At a sign from General French Hal and Chester approached and saluted.

“Where have you been, sirs?” demanded the British commander.

Hal stepped forward and explained their absence.

“And you were in the midst of the charge?” questioned General French, when the lad concluded.

“Yes, sir!”

“And are not even badly wounded?”

“No, sir!”

“Wonderful!” exclaimed the general. Then, after a few moments’ silence: “You seem to bear charmed
lives. I believe you are the two for my mission.”

“Yes, sir!” exclaimed Hal eagerly.

“Both of you report to me in an hour,” ordered General French.

The two lads saluted again and moved away.

“Wonder what he wants?” said Chester.

“Too deep for me,” was Hal’s reply.

“He said something about a mission. I guess that means more excitement for us.”

“I guess you are right. However, I am sure we can go through with it, no matter what it may be.”

“We can try, anyhow. That’s the best anyone can do.”

At the appointed time the two boys made their way to General French’s headquarters.

“I have an important piece of work that must be done, and which will be attended with grave danger; are
you willing to undertake it?” asked the British commander, coming to the point without preliminaries.

“We shall do our best, sir,” replied Hal.

“Good! The enemy has retreated beyond Meaux. To-morrow I shall try and drive him farther. It is
absolutely necessary that our movements be not anticipated. As you see we have lost many officers. I
want you to lead one hundred men to a position just this side of the bridge. The enemy must not be
allowed to cross. One hundred men can hold the bridge as well as ten thousand. The men to go with you
have been selected. They have volunteered for this duty. Captain Lee will show you where to find them.
Hold the bridge! That is all!”

The two lads saluted and took their departure. They found Captain Lee, and with him were soon at the head
of the little band of men who had volunteered to hold the bridge at Meaux against the whole German army,
if necessary.

It was still dark, and it was a quiet little band that advanced through the British lines to take up their
positions at the extreme front. A long range artillery duel was still in progress in spite of the darkness, but
little damage was being done by either side.

Having retreated beyond Meaux, the Germans had unlimbered their artillery again and the British were
replying. The little band of English, with Hal and Chester in lead, advanced to the edge of the bridge
described by General French, and there took up their positions.

The bridge was very narrow, hardly wide enough for five men to walk abreast. On the British end the
approach curved, making it impossible for one coming from the other direction to see what was at the
other end. It was indeed a strategic point for defense. The river was high and thus precluded any attempt to
ford it.

All night long the little band of men lay at the bridge, ready for battle on a moment’s notice. All night long
the shells of both the Germans and British flew screaming overhead; but none dropped near them.

With the first faint glow of the approaching day the little band of British were awake. At Hal’s suggestion

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they cut down trees, and dragged them to the end of the bridge, forming a barricade. Behind this they lay
down.

It was almost noon before the man stationed to watch the approach to the bridge dropped quickly over the
barricade and reported:

“They are coming!”

“All right,” replied Hal. “We’re ready for ’em!”

Under Hal’s direction, a single line of rifles, twenty-five in all, appeared through the cracks of the
barricade. The others had been divided into three bodies—each containing twenty-five men—each body
directly behind the others. These were instructed to fill up the gaps made by the German fire. Thus, as
each man in the front rank fell, his place would immediately be filled by another, the second by the third,
the third by the fourth, so providing twenty-five men fell the front line would be still intact, although the
fourth line would have disappeared.

Hal and Chester took their places just in the rear of the first line, where they could see what was going on
and direct the fighting.

“Do not fire until they come into sight around the turn,” Capt. Lee instructed his men. “Then mow them
down, and make every shot count!”

Joking and humming to themselves, the men prepared for action. The first line poked their rifles through
the barricade and lay down behind them. All was in readiness to repulse the attack.

Suddenly the first Germans appeared around the turn in the bridge, marching five abreast.

“Fire!” cried the captain, and the British rifles broke into flame.

Five Germans tumbled to the bridge.

A sudden idea struck Hal.

“There’s no use wasting five bullets on each German,” he told his men. “Let the five men on the left each
pick out a man. The rest reserve your fire unless one of our men go down, then the one nearest him take
his man, and so on!”

The second five Germans were too close behind their comrades, who had just fallen, to arrest their steps
in time to avoid the British fire.

Five shots rang out as they came into view, and again five Germans fell. So far not a shot had been fired by
the Germans. But now five more came around the turn with a rush, followed by five more, and still
another five.

The first five dropped in a heap, but from the second five came a burst of flame and the crack of rifles.
Two men behind the barricade dropped, one of whom was Capt. Lee. But the Germans paid dearly for their
rash attack.

In less time than it takes to tell it, ten more Germans had bitten the dust. Then they drew off.

“Good work, men!” cried Chester. “We can hold them off indefinitely,” he added to Hal.

“Looks like it,” was Hal’s reply. “But if they make a concerted rush we shall have our hands full. How is
Capt. Lee?”

“Very bad,” answered one of the men. “I am afraid he’s done for.”

And now the Germans came on again. The first five met the same fate that had overtaken their comrades,
but behind them came more, and still more.

As each German rounded the turn in the bridge his rifle cracked, and continued to crack until he fell. Men
inside the barricade also were beginning to fall fast now, and the reserve lines were being drawn upon
more rapidly each minute.

Hal and Chester, crouching down, directed the defense. In spite of the fearful havoc wrought by the
British fire, the Germans came on. The bridge was piled high with dead and wounded, but the enemy did
not hesitate.

Their officers urged them on without regard for life, and bravely went to death with them. Rifles cracked
in a steady roar and men on both sides fell rapidly. But each Englishman, sheltered as he was behind the
barricade, accounted for at least several of the enemy before he himself went to his death.

Now the defenders had dwindled to fifty, and still there was no cessation of the German assault. The
heaped up bodies of dead now formed a barricade for the Germans, and they advanced and fell behind

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them, using their dead companions as shields. Ten or fifteen rows deep they stood behind their dead, and
poured volley after volley into the defenders.

The British reserved their fire as much as possible, but whenever a German head showed above the
barricade of bodies a rifle cracked and almost every time a German fell.

All afternoon the fighting continued, the Germans, because of the fierce fire of the remaining English and
hampered by their own dead, being unable to rush the defenders.

There were less than twenty-five of the British unwounded. Hal and Chester had both been struck, Hal on
the arm and Chester on the shoulder. But neither was badly hurt.

“Hadn’t we better retreat, sir?” asked one soldier of Hal, when there was a let up in the firing.

“What chance would we have?” demanded Hal. “The minute we broke and ran we would be shot down like
dogs.”

“Then we might surrender.”

“Surrender! Never! We were ordered to hold the bridge and we will hold it as long as we can.”

The man subsided, and Hal turned his face toward the foe again. There was a sudden silence. The Germans
drew off.

“Wonder what that means?” demanded Hal of Chester. “They certainly are not going to give up. I wonder
what they are up to now?”

“I can’t imagine,” replied Chester. “But they have something up their sleeves.”

“Well, we’ll soon see,” said Hal.

But he was mistaken; for just as the first German again appeared around the turn, to be struck down by a
British bullet, there was a sudden deafening roar from the rear, and turning suddenly Hal and Chester and
the few brave soldiers who were left raised a feeble cheer.

Coming forward at a rapid trot were several squadrons of British cavalry, and far behind could be seen
columns upon columns of infantry, advancing swiftly.

“Hurrah!” shouted Hal. “Saved! Hurrah!”

“Hurrah!” repeated Chester, and completely worn out, he tumbled over in a heap.

CHAPTER VII.

HAL MAKES AN ENEMY.

Hal bent over his friend and shook him gently.

“Chester! Chester!” he exclaimed anxiously. “Are you wounded?”

There was no reply from the unconscious boy, and Hal became greatly alarmed. He turned to the few
troopers who remained.

“Here, lend a hand some of you,” he commanded. “One of you fetch some water!”

Two of the men bent over the unconscious lad and one raised his head gently to his knee. A third dashed
for the river, and a moment later returned with his cap filled with water.

Hal sprinkled a few drops of water on his friend’s face, and soon noticed signs of returning
consciousness. Finally Chester opened his eyes and smiled feebly.

“Are you much hurt, old fellow?” asked Hal anxiously.

“No,” came the feeble response. “I don’t think so. A bullet just grazed my side. I don’t know how I came to
topple over like that.”

Quickly Hal unloosened his friend’s coat, tore open his shirt and examined his wound.

“It’s only a scratch,” he said, straightening up at last. “Here,” pulling out his handkerchief, “I’ll fix it up
until we can have a surgeon look at it. You will be able to walk in a few minutes.”

“I’m able right now,” said Chester, struggling to his feet.

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Leaning heavily on Hal’s arm, Chester turned his eyes toward the river bank, which now was lined with
British troops, who were firing steadily at forms disappearing on the opposite side of the stream. The
approach of the English in force had caused the Germans to beat a rapid retreat. From the opposite shore,
however, still came puffs of smoke, and bullets continued to fall among the English troops, and here and
there men fell to the ground.

“They arrived just in time, didn’t they, Hal?” said Chester.

“You bet they did,” was the reply. “But come, we will try to make our way back to our station.”

With Chester still leaning on his shoulder, Hal led the way, going very slowly because of his burden.
Making his friend comfortable under an army wagon, Hal went at once to Gen. French to make his report.

“You have done well,” was the general’s only comment when Hal had concluded his recital.

Hal saluted and left.

“Guess I’ll go back and keep Chester company,” he said to himself.

He was walking slowly along with bowed head, musing, when he came suddenly into contact with another
figure. The man with whom he had collided mumbled an imprecation and violently pushed the lad away, at
the same time exclaiming:

“What do you mean by bumping into me like that? Can’t you see where you are going? I have a notion to
teach you better manners.”

Hal’s face flushed, and he turned a steady gaze on the other, who proved to be a French lieutenant.

“I wouldn’t try it if I were you,” the lad advised him.

“What!” exclaimed the Frenchman. “You dare to talk to me like that?”

“Of course I dare,” was the lad’s heated response.

The Frenchman took a quick step forward and slapped Hal smartly across the face.

Hal promptly sent his right fist crashing into the other’s face and knocked him down.

The Frenchman rose slowly to his feet, and with blood streaming from his nose, approached Hal.

“I am Lieutenant Dupree,” he said. “My friend shall call on you this evening.”

“I am Hal Paine, attached to the staff of General French,” Hal said calmly, “and your frie...